This week we were invited to the school to observe a physical education lesson, just as we were the past two years. I keep waiting for my invite to observe an English or mathematics lesson. Not happening.
I shed silent tears as I watched this group of giggling, silly, confident, happy third graders show off for their parents who all gathered in the safety of their school gym...silent tears of sadness and joy that went unnoticed by everyone, except Richard, who did the same. If this tragedy in Newtown doesn't create positive change in America, I doubt that anything ever will. I know that it has already changed something inside of me.
Disclaimer: I hate generalizations. This is my limited experience at my third grader's tiny primary school lost in northern Italy. If you have a different experience with this, please share!